Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.